The Light Dims (Warren Azalin)

[Dyne Darkforce]

Walking across a field near a cliff, Dyne had his black overcoat on and sabres. The dried grass crunched under his feet as he walked. He looked at the moonlight as it casted a reflection in the water nearby. Looking up, Dyne checked the surroundings nearby and smirked. The trees were amazingly still as the wind was slim. Dyne was feeling powers surge in his body he hadnt felt before. He was trying to comprehend what was the difference in him now. He took a look at his hands then at a nearby ledge, he walked over to it. Crouching by a cliff edge, he looked over at the horizon and ocean. Shaking his head, Dyne looked around as he sensed a immediate presence in the force.

"Seems like I have a visitor."

Dyne flipped up and landed several feet away from the ledge. The dust picked up as he landed on the ground and he looked in front of him. The waves crashed against the rocks below as the force grew closer. Clouds were at a distance as they began to roll into the area. He stood there, hair fluttering and pants swaying in the wind that was picking up. Narrowing his eyes and concentrating, Dyne awaited the person coming into his view. He felt from the vibrance that it was a Jedi approaching closer to him.

"A Jedi......"

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Standing amongst the trees, he looked up at the night stars before the dark clouds swallowed them. He sighed from the natural beauty that was rarely found in those times. Looking down, he saw his friend, Dyne. Like Dyne, he also felt the prescence of the Jedi...*

*"...Oh.. Kaine's master.. great..." he thought to himself as he recognized the aura emanating from the individual. Turning his gaze back to Dyne, he spoke telepathically, letting his thoughts mingle with those of his friend*

"... Take him, I still have unfinished buisness with him, but this is not the place for me to act on it..."

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne received Miryan's message and gave him a nod in response. He stood there awaiting Warren to come into the view.

[Warren Azalin]

:: Warren walked towards the Sith slowly, he knew Dyne was a friend of Saphire's but he knew the job of a Jedi always came first. Finally reaching Dyne he spoke to him softly ::

"Well Dyne, this has been long overdue."

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne nods and unclips one of his sabres part of the Phoenix Strikers. The sabre is ignited as Dyne runs his finger across the button. A snap-hiss hums into his ear as the yellow sabre grows brightly. Dyne glances over at his sabre sword on his back and looks at Warren. He brings the yellow sabre around and gets in a fighting stance. Dyne plants his foot into the ground, moving the dirt around as his foot seeps into place. He looks back up at Warren and grins evily while narrowing his eyes. Outstreching his sabre and holding the point horizontally aimed at him in the distance, Dyne readies himself. Dyne holds his other hand out with the fist clinched, he sways back and forth. The Dark Side begins to immediately flow within him, feeling something different in his body as he lets the darkness flow into his body, his eyes sparking a black and going back to normal. His hair and attire continuing to flow back and forth as they look at each other.

"Arm yourself Warren......"

[Warren Azalin]

:: Warren grinned to Dyne as he reached for his saber hilt and brought it up, with a quick snap-hiss he ignited Salvation and stared the Sith down ::

"Well Dyne shall we begin ?"

:: Moving his saber into a defensive position he readied himself for the Sith's first attack ::

[Dyne Darkforce]

"Yes we shall Jedi."

The Sith immediately charges at Warren, as does he. They both come at each other, coming to a slidng stop and swiping their sabres upwards. The dirt is lifted into the air, as their boots drag along the ground while coming to a stop. The sabres clash in equilibrium, as sparks fly in every which direction. Both men exhange a series of strikes, spinning around and circling, only to meet the others sabre in unison. Dyne and Warren push each others sabre back and forth, nearly touching their attire. The two grind their teeth as they push their weight into the sabres. His grib gets tighter on the sabre hilt as Dyne pushes it foward into Warren, before he sends it back. Both of them repel, sending the two combatants in opposite directions.

"Hmmm, Im coming Warren...you ready?"

With force enhanced speed, Dyne rushes behind Warren. As Warren uses his reflexes to spin around and meet Dyne, he lifts his knee up. The knee cap lands in the Jedi's gut, doubling him over his knee. Warren quickly sends his foot out and sweeps Dyne to the ground. Dyne falls towards the ground as Warren tries to regain his composure. Quickly noticing this, Dyne gets on one hand and spins around upwards, sending his feet in a helicopter kick. Both legs circle around as Dyne uses the palm of his hand to move himself. The metal heels on his boots land on the Jedi's chest in rapid succession. The kick impact sends Warren tumbling back several feet. Dyne stops and lands on the ground slowly as dust is lifted up into the air.

Placing the palms of his hands behind his head, Dyne flips up quicly and turns around to see Warren. He wipes a spot of blood off the corner of his cheek while grinning. Twirling his sabre, they rush at each other again. The two clash their sabres as sparks occur again. Dyne quickly sends their sabres to the side when they repel each other. As both men are exposed, Dyne quickly hops up into the air and swings his foot around. The foot swiftly moves in a circular pattern, landing on the side of the head of Warren. The Jedi's head is jolted to the right from impact as he goes in a tight 360 towards the ground. As Dyne lands on his feet, he quickly uses his sabre to cut Warren's thigh slightly, not going completely through his clothes in time.

Dyne steps back into the distance, holding the sabre by its hilt tightly. He circles the Jedi as he attempts to get up and face Dyne. The Sith, keeps his guard up in a defensive posture whil standing there. Keeping his eyes on Warren, Dyne awaits his manuever.

[Warren Azalin]

:: The Jedi stood there taking in his damage, seeing as nothing severe had happened to him he turned his attention back towards the sith and lunged out again. Letting their sabers clash as they had before the continued, each blocking the others attack with precise movements. The dust started billowing around the two combatants as they became more heated in their battle, seeing this as an advantage Warren jumped back as he used a well timed Force Blast to shoot the dust into Dyne's face ::

:: Seeing as how Dyne had been partially blinded by the dust Warren lunged at him using the force to guide him on his way. Reaching the Sith he got him with a quick knee to the stomach that sent him falling over in pain, still moving quickly he reached behind him and grabbed the sith throwing him over his shoulder into a nearby tree. Knowing he wouldn't stay like that long he saw Dyne get up slowly still wiping the dust from his eyes ::

:: Both adversaries ran at each other once again and locked sabers, Dyne got the quick advantage pushing Warren back towards the tree. As the Jedi hit the tree he grinned and disengaged his saber, calmly putting it back on his belt he turned his attention back towards the Sith. He guessed Dyne would be too smart again for the dust so this time he used that against him, Grabbing a handful of dust off the ground he turned towards him and blew it in his face. Knowing what would happen Dyne stepped back, this is when Warren struck. Using the force to make him jump higher than normal he flew into the air and started coming down behind Dyne. Before anything else could happen or before even he could react Warren got him with a quick axe kick to the back of the neck. Touching ground as Dyne fell forward he quickly gave him a quick chop to the collar bone sending him to his knees. It wasn't until the Sith began getting up again that he ignited both his sabers and stood ready ::

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne growled and flipped up to his feet and away from the Jedi. He stepped back a few feet and rotated his neck slowly. His collar bone wasnt damaged severely as he looked back up. Dyne grabbed his sabres tightly and grinned at Warren. Still feeling the effects of his attacks, Dyne soon didnt feel the pain and used it to fuel his adrenaline. They circled each slowly, eyeing each down. Both made a circular path around each other before coming to a stop. Looking at his Phoenix Strikers, he laughed to himself thinking of a way to retaliate. Narrowing his eyes, the Sith Knight looked in the direction of Warren.

Dyne took his sabres suddenly and through them into the air. They went spinning into the air as he looked back down at Warren. The force began to circle around the Sith slowly. Dyne clinched both fists and used a Force Pull at Warren. The Jedi started kicking up dirt as he came at Dyne quickly. Warren tried to reverse the force the other way and stop his movement. Dyne grinded his teeth and held his hand out, still summoning the force around him. As Warren came to him at a large amount of speed, he formed two tight fists. Dyne thrusted the fists foward and right into the Jedi's gut. His arms were in a firm parallel position.

The two fists connected onto his body with a sheer amount of power. The hit sends Warren's midsection inwards as Dyne pulls his fists back. The Jedi's eyes widened as soon as he was hit in his gut. Warren was sent back many feet before being grounded into the dirt. The dirt picked up around him settled slowly as Warren came into view, lying there. Using his force enhanced power, Dyne leaped into the air and came down at Warren. He comes down with his knee aimed onto his sternum. Landing the knee, Warren is pressed into the ground even farther. The air in his lungs being knocked out before Dyne gets up and flips back. The sickening gasp can be heard as the air is completely cleared out of his system. Grabbing both of Warren's shoulders, Dyne flips overhead and throws him into a line of trees, returning the favor. The Jedi lands in the trees and splits it in half as he falls to the ground with a thud. Dyne holds his hands out as the sabres come back into his grips. He backs a few feet into a defensive stance.